The rest of the afternoon was chaos. Ava could feel it in the air: the weight of Ethan’s shadow, the steady calm of Daniel’s presence, the sharp edge of everyone else’s curiosity. Every time she tried to focus on her work, her gaze betrayed her—sliding toward Daniel, who seemed effortlessly at ease among the chaos of Wolfe Enterprises.
And every time she caught herself, she felt Ethan’s eyes burning into her from his glass-walled office.
By the time she gathered her things for the day, her nerves were strung tight enough to snap. She wasn’t surprised when Daniel appeared beside her desk, his expression polite but warm.
“Heading out?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, forcing a smile.
“May I walk you down?”
She hesitated. She shouldn’t. The last thing she needed was to feed Ethan’s temper. B
